Page 343 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

He tilted his head to the side, eyes sliding from my face down my body, lingering on my breasts, the nipples poking eagerly against the fabric of my shirt.

“Yeah, I’m okay with that, Meena. You can take what you want from me, anything at all.

My body is happily yours.” I wrapped my hand around his cock as the last words left his mouth, sliding my fingers along his length in a caress—a promise of what else we’d get up to in a minute.

A deep groan left him, his head tilting up toward the ceiling, eyes sliding closed as I stroked him with a single hand.

Something brushed along the backs of my fingers, and I twitched in surprise, leaning forward to get a better look.

He didn’t have any pubes, and with his pants restricting just how much I could see, it was difficult to tell what he did have.

It looked like slender little tendrils, like the stamen from a flower, maybe.

When I stroked my hand down to the base of his cock, they folded out, reaching for my hand and clinging.

A rush of wetness flooded my core. Would it feel like fingers stroking my clit when I rode his cock? They felt a little slick—wet, even—as if they were excreting some kind of lubricant, and it tingled pleasantly along my skin.

Abruptly losing my patience, I let go and scrambled off his lap so I could start yanking on my clothing.

Jakar’s eyes watched my every move as I did so, a grin on his face.

He wasn’t offering to help me this time; obviously, he enjoyed seeing me wriggle around as I shimmied out of my leggings.

“I like this part. You look beautiful,” he said, making my skin flush with heat.

Always with the compliments, this guy, he was just too good to be true.

I huffed when I’d freed my ankles from the leggings and sat across from him in just my panties and bra.

“Please take everything off. I want to see you naked,” I ordered, receiving a cheeky grin in return.

He obeyed in a far more competent manner, pulling free his belt in a sexy, practiced move.

As he shrugged off his shirt and pants, I noticed there was no sign of underwear anywhere—something that was sure to occupy my thoughts all of tomorrow while we traveled; I was certain of that.

Naked, he sat across from me, his hands returning to his sides to grip the folds of the blanket, restraining himself and his urges for me.

I took in his sexy body again, leaning forward on my hands and knees so I could look at those intriguing little tendrils he had at the base of his cock, but only at the top.

“What are these? Explain them to me.” Now that I was out of my head at last, my curiosity was back, and I felt as though I’d just reclaimed a big part of myself again.

Jakar huffed out a laugh, shifting his body and spreading his thighs so I could get a better look.

“I just call them my tendrils. They like to hold and stroke anything that gets close when I’m aroused.

” His golden eyes were intense as they dropped from my face down to between my thighs, where my core was still covered by a flimsy scrap of fabric.

“I’ve been told that they are meant to ensure a female’s pleasure. ”

So they were all for me, were they? Something rankled in the way he’d phrased that…

I’ve been told… But then he made a come-hither motion with one hand, a sexy look on his pirate face.

“Come here, Meena. Let me show you.” His position might convey subservience, but there was nothing meek about that tone.

It was an order and an invitation. I briefly wondered why I didn’t mind it—why it was making me wetter instead of scared—then all thoughts fled.

Back in his lap, nearly naked this time, I straddled his thighs and pressed my cotton-clad slit against the base of his cock, grinding for delicious friction. “This what you meant?” I moaned, pleasure skating up my spine. I felt those tendrils reaching for me, but his thick cock was in the way.

He bared his teeth at me, and I came to the shocking conclusion that his canine teeth were much bigger and sharper than mine.

If he bit me with those things, he’d definitely leave a mark.

“It’s not,” he gritted out, hips shifting to press against me in sexy little surges that provided all kinds of lovely stimulation.

It seemed like he couldn’t control the urge to thrust against me, despite his best efforts, and I loved it.

Reaching up to cup his chin, I pulled his head closer to mine.

“No? I guess you’ll have to show me, then…

” I teased. Covering his mouth with my own, I kissed him, nibbling on his luscious bottom lip and sucking on his tongue.

He was eager in his response, and my words were as if I’d unleashed a flood.

Hands were suddenly on me—everywhere, all at once.

Stroking along my back and sides, one hand boldly reached up to cup my breast. Yes, that was good.

I liked how he made me feel—all of me—at this moment.

He helped me get back in touch with my body.

Lost in his kiss, in his touch, I barely registered when his hand landed on bare skin instead of my bra.

The fabric whispered silently against the bedding.

When cool air brushed across my nipples, they hardened even more, but Jakar didn’t let that last for long.

I found myself on my back, his body above me.

One hand molded over my breast, his mouth tearing from mine to eagerly suck at my other nipple.

I wiggled my hips to help him pull my panties from my hips, and as soon as they were gone, two hands pinned open my thighs.

“My turn,” he growled at me. I waited with bated breath, freezing in place as his eyes perused the most private part of me.

I waited for any kind of trepidation or fear to kick in, but nothing happened.

I just felt hot, my folds flushed, and wetness seeped from my core.

“So pink,” he murmured, and one hand reached up to touch the glowing, deep-pink spots on his face.

A grin followed. “We match. I didn’t realize humans had mood spots too…

” He leaned a little closer, inhaling deeply with a blissful expression on his face.

That would have made me feel incredibly self-conscious normally, but Jakar.

.. he didn’t hide what he was feeling at all.

There was no place for shame or embarrassment.

“I want to taste you,” he said. It wasn’t a question, more a warning than anything.

I nodded eagerly anyway. I didn’t even care that his teeth were sharper than mine; I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

He leaned in, tongue darting out to drag it through my folds.

I moaned, spine arching and legs trembling.

He had little ridges along his tongue too, and they felt perfect.

He lapped all over—each crease, my opening—dipping dangerously low before coming back up to lap at my folds again.

Occasionally, he brushed along my clit, but after he moved on from it a third time, I started to get frustrated.

Did he not know that was the best spot? That’s when it finally clicked in my head: he was new to this.

I’ve been told he said. He hadn’t done this before.

“Jakar, sweetheart…” I said, my hands tangling in his soft curls to pull up his face.

“Am I your first?” I asked him gently, wanting to be sure.

A confused expression lightened the pink of his spots a little.

He shook his head as if he were saying no, but I was pretty sure I was right.

Did I have to reassure him that I was okay with that?

“You are my only,” he said firmly, derailing my thoughts in one fell swoop.

Oh… of course he’d see it that way. He thought I was his mate.

For a shining moment, I let myself bask in that feeling.

It would feel so good to be his mate, to let him take care of everything.

But I really did need to figure myself out first; it wouldn’t be fair to him otherwise. It wouldn’t be good for either of us.

“Okay, touch me here, please,” I said, and I touched my clit delicately with a finger, shivering from how wound up I was.

He didn’t have to be told twice, lapping where I pointed, then groaning when more wetness rushed from my passage in response.

I was this close to coming, but he didn’t seem to be focused on that, just on tasting me as much as he could.

I had never had a partner before who was this eager to go down on me.

When I started to get sore, I knew I had to refocus him.

He didn’t seem to want to stop, which was awesome, but dang it, I wanted to come too.

I didn’t even think it was his intention to leave me hanging on this endless cliff, but that was the result.

I knew the coming crash was going to be awesome.

I wanted to experience it with him. I’d never had that kind of desire before, but with him right now, I definitely did.

“Come here, Jakar, now!” I ordered, pulling on his curls to get his attention.

He lifted his head just enough for his yellow eyes to meet mine, a grin splitting his face in two, his spots flushed to nearly purple.

When I kept on pulling, he reluctantly lifted himself up on two hands to lean over me, his stubble-covered chin glistening from my juices.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, eyes on my face, but one hand came up to palm my breast again and tug on a nipple.

He couldn’t seem to help himself, eagerly touching me wherever he could with whatever hands he had available.

In his case, that was more than average, and I was starting to think I had scored big time.

Trying to focus my thoughts enough to give him coherent instructions proved challenging when one hand was at my entrance, a thick finger curling wetly through my folds, and the other was thumbing a nipple.

I felt like a wire strung much too tightly.

“Inside me. I need you inside me, with me. I want to come.”

His eyes went wide, and then he was suddenly in motion, two hands pulling my legs wide, lifting my hips.

His cockhead nudged against my entrance, hot and silky.

Using his upper set of hands, he balanced on them, one palm on the bedding on either side of my shoulders.

“Are you certain, Meena? I don’t want to hurt you… ”

I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, and he slid in easily, the more narrow-shaped head finding no resistance.

He was so warm and so firm, but the ridges along the flared top scraped gently along my walls, sending little sparks bursting through my bloodstream.

“Are you crazy? I’ll die if you don’t fill me now,” I said, completely melodramatic but heartfelt in the moment.

He laughed, eyes twinkling wickedly, hips moving slowly as his cock started to fill me.

I was pretty sure I’d never felt the way I did now, balanced on a knife’s edge, ready to tumble over at any moment.

He was stretching me, but I didn’t feel any pain.

Then he was close enough for those freaky little tendrils to reach me.

They slid through my folds and along my thighs, leaving more wetness and a tingling pleasure in their wake.

Jakar’s face was no longer laughing. He was intensely focused, his cheekbones cutting sharply against his cheeks and his square jaw clenched tightly.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was angry, but I was pretty sure he was just struggling to hold himself back.

Good thing I wasn’t going to last long either, not with the way he’d prepared me; I was about to go off like a rocket.

When he bottomed out inside me, I felt full, and I felt connected.

This was where we melded together, where I stopped just being me for a little while and became part of him.

I liked it. It was deeper than just sex.

This was meaningful to both of us. I felt like he’d woven some kind of enchantment around me, tying me to him in ways I couldn’t even see.

We set a rhythm together, our bodies moving in sync without any kind of prior communication.

He might have been less experienced than I was; he wasn’t showing any of it now, his instincts taking over.

They were good instincts, helped along by his fabulous physique—ribbed head rubbing along my walls just right, tendrils stroking like little fingers along my clit, and his cock stretching me to bursting.

My orgasm crashed over me, my body locking up tightly around him and my vision whiting out.

I screamed, my throat aching from the force of it.

Pleasure crested over me like a wave, and then came a second, deeper, longer crash that left me breathless and limp against the blankets.

I’d been so focused on myself—on my body—that I hadn’t even realized Jakar had been right there with me.

A crying shame, if there ever was one. I hated that I’d missed his expression when he came.

I wanted to know what his spots did at the height of pleasure.

He leaned down over me, curling me in his arms, his chest damp with sweat and rapidly rising and falling from exertion. “Beautiful, fierce Meena, that was amazing...”